This is a song about "Bronx"

And bronx or we may end up like phantasmagoria

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

Hip-hop started off in the bronx, it’d replay through work,

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Fucking slapstick emcees from your home to bronx

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms